Posts Tagged ‘poet David Kuhns’

Confused Non-Player: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

June 24, 2017

Could she ever think/
I’m confused about my path?/
I’m not a player?

Service Project Hypocrite: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 24, 2017

When I advocate/
for service projects but then/
I don’t show up? Fail.

I’m Really NOT Trying 2B A Player: Revolutionary Romantic Blogging Free Verse Lament

June 24, 2017

Great.
I try
to be nice
to a woman.
I talk
to her.
I’m interested
in her.
I try
to find common themes
we can connect on.

I probe
not to manipulate,
but because I’m interested
in people,
especially women
would might
be right
for me
eventually.

I’m kind.
I don’t try
to string them
along.
I simply try
hard
and harder
and even more
to see if
there might be
some way
we connect.

When,
at last,
we don’t connect,
not really,
I try to be honest
and direct.

Maybe I’m not direct enough.
Maybe I need to say
“Thanks,
I’ll see you around,
but I won’t be asking you
out any more,
because I just don’t feel
“it”.”

But I don’t,
maybe because
I don’t want to hurt
her.
She is,
after all,
a daughter of Heavenly Father.
He loves her.
I wouldn’t want my daughters
to be hurt,
so I try to protect
all of God’s daughters
from that hurt.

That doesn’t make me
a playah.
I’m not trying to manipulate
or seduce
or lie
or be sneaky.

When she calls me
a player,
especially in my
Church’s culture
and society,
it’s like me
calling her
a slut,
a skank,
or worse,
(which is something
I would never do).

Yet she seems to think
it’s okay to warn others,
to tell them
that a month or two
of long-distance phone calls
(because I was thousands of miles away),
followed by two dates
that didn’t go well,
is somehow misleading,
is somehow wrong,
is somehow stringing her along.
That such actions
somehow make me
a player.

It doesn’t.
Because I can’t help
the way she felt.
I can’t help
what she thought about.
I can’t help
what she dreamed of,
or what she imagined
our future would be
together.
When together
doesn’t happen,
it doesn’t mean
it’s my fault.
It just is.

Now I have
a reputation
I don’t think
I deserve.
I have women
who won’t go out
with me,
because I
inadvertently
hurt a fellow
single woman
by not falling
for her.
All I can do
is write,
complain,
whine,
and ask other women
to come see
for themselves.

Oh, and to all women
who brag about how sisters
protect each other,
it might be wise
to get facts straight.
What you are doing
is gossiping,
and it doesn’t look good
on you.

I’m Not. Really. Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

June 24, 2017

I’m not a playah./
Really. I’m too insecure./
I try to be nice.

Free Bird Fly Guy: Romantic Live Improv Haiku

June 23, 2017

It’s fantastic* when/
she says that, because of you,/
she can be herself.

*OR
*means so much
*moves to tears

Women Speak Truth: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

June 23, 2017

When a woman says/
that you are a waste of her/
time, just believe her.

Help Me Connect With You: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

June 23, 2017

I will notice and/
connect with you IF you’ll just/
stop looking downward.
OR

I can notice and/
connect with you once you stop/
looking at the ground.

Why Hearers and Dancers? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

June 22, 2017

Some make music. Some/
hear. Few dance. If not for those/
few, why make music?

Not Irelephant To Her: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

June 22, 2017

irelephant Necklace found June 2017I found a necklace/
most will call irelephant./
She doesn’t think so.
OR
I found a necklace/
most would call irelephant./
I don’t think she will.